She sat on a bench holding examining the blade of a long-curved knife.

*Not as sharp as I’d like it to be but it’ll work.*

She heard heavy footsteps approaching and looked up to find a person wearing the black robes of justice approaching.

“It’s time,” he said.

“Good we can get this over with,” she replied.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d swear I heard disapproval in your voice master Nox,” he said.

“It is disapproval Lord Darrick. We should be cutting off their heads instead of their balls,” she replied.

“Ah, well I agree with you for what it’s worth but because none of the victims were seriously injured that particular punishment was off the table,” he said.

She sighed and set down the knife before picking up the hood next to her and pulling it over her head making sure to stuff her long ears underneath.

“Well at least they won’t be raping anyone else,”  she said.

“A silver lining to be sure,” Lord Darrick replied.

She picked up the knife and stood up, smoothing the robe they’d lent her with her free hand for a moment before they set off leaving the small room she’d been waiting in. They walked down a long passage and reached a set of stairs. She glanced up the stairs and saw the bright light of midday which caused her to squint. She blinked a few times before climbing the stairs. A warm breeze caressed her face as she stepped onto the punishment platform. The unseasonable temperature was the result of the enchantments that were engraved around the edge of the platform. Their presence was not for the comfort of the prisoners, instead their purpose was to make sure that no one expired from exposure before their sentence could be carried out. Said prisoners were currently lined up in a row and locked into a set of stocks specifically made for castrations. The difference between these and normal stocks were that they included a way for the prisoner's hips to be secured and their legs to be chained apart.

*You know what they kind of remind me of the gelding stand the priestesses use.*

She followed Lord Darrick from the stairs over to the edge of the platform where they looked out onto a small bundled-up crowd. He pulled a scroll from inside of his robes and held it to read.

“THESE MEN HAVE BEEN CONVICTED OF RAPE, KIDNAPPING, AND ASSAULT! THEIR PUNISHMENT SHALL BE CASTRATION! LET THE WILL OF THE GODDESS BE DONE!” He shouted.

The crowd roared and began to jeer at the men, Lord Darrick rolled the scroll back up and stuffed it into his robes before turning to her and nodded. She nodded back and went to the first man, the stocks were facing the crowd so she could see the terror in his eyes as she passed by heading around the rear where she crouched down and took a gelding loop she’d tied while she waited from inside of her robes. The man’s scrotum had shriveled up against his body from fear no doubt so she had to set her knife down and use her now free hand to work his testicles away from his body. She managed to get the loop over after a few moments of work and adjusted it quickly. She held onto his manhood tightly with one hand and with the other she gave the cord a hard yank causing the loop to tighten. The man screamed in pain and the crowd cheered loudly she quickly tied off the loop and then picked up the knife. She pulled down on his manhood squeezing it roughly while she placed the knife against the tender skin just below the loop. She started to saw at his scrotum with the knife slowly cutting it away from his body. He started to scream and beg for her to stop but she kept cutting until his manhood came loose in her hand. She stood back up and walked to the front of the stocks where she held his severed scrotum up for the crowd to see. They cheered again and then she held them out in front of his face.

“You got off easy losing these!” She said.

She dropped his manhood into the basket that hung just below his face, another unique feature of the castration stocks, before moving on to the next man. He didn’t seem to be worried about his impending mutilation and simply smirked at her when she walked past. She reached the rear of the stocks and crouched down and retrieved another loop. This man’s large testicles hung low in his scrotum and his thick member was half erect. As she slid the loop over his manhood his member started to grOw becoming longer and thicker as she adjusted the loop. When she grabbed his scrotum and squeezed she could see precum started to well up on the head of his member. She yanked the loose end of the cord pulling the loop tight around the base of his manhood and causing him to grunt. Thick white seed shot from the head of his member and landed on the ground with a plop.

“Disgusting!” She said.

The man chuckled.

“What’s wrong sweety never seen a man shoot his load before?” He asked.

She tied the lock knot in his loop and then pulled down on his balls.

“Oh harder!” He said in a mocking tone.

She placed the knife against his scrotum and slowly slid it across the sensitive skin. The man started to squirm as his tender flesh parted before the steel.

“OW FUCK! STOP IT! SHIT STOP IT! OH FUCK STOP!!!!” He screamed.

She kept sliding the knife back and forth separating his manhood from his body bit by bit until the heavy burden came free in her hand. She stood up and walked to the front of the stocks and held the large balls up for all to see. The crowd cheered louder than the first time she turned to face the man who was sweating and shaking from the pain. She dumped his organs into the basket below his face and then pressed his now-empty scrotum into his face and rubbed it around.

“Someone should have gelded you years ago and saved everyone the trouble you filth!” She said.

When he opened his mouth she stuffed it into his mouth, she heard him retching as she walked to the next man. He looked utterly horrified and didn’t so much as peep as she cut off his manhood. The rest of the men behaved themselves as well with only a few pained cries here and there. When she finished she walked over to Lord Darrick again.

“Justice has been served!” He shouted.

The crowd cheered again and the two of them walked to the stairs and started back down. They went back to the room she’d waited in where she washed up and got out of the robes.

“Thank you again for coming in,” Lord Darrick said.

“It was no trouble,” she replied.

She put on her cloak and pulled the hood up before walking out of the room and heading down the opposite end of the long hallway out the door. The frigid winter air bit at her face as she walked away from the punishment platform and back towards the temple.